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EVERY ONE LOVED LITTLE 


ESTHER 



A LITTLE SERVANT 



GRACE LIVINGSTON 


ILLUSTRATED 



BOSTON 

D LOTHROPCOMPANY 


WASHINGTON STREET OPPOSITE BROMFIEL1) 


Copyright, 1890, 

BY 

B. Lothrop Company. 


LC Control Number 



2008 


461339 























A LITTLE SERVANT. 


I. 

TTIGH in that graceful branch yonder, just 
1 1 under the largest maple leaf, there hides 
a nest. Look! Do you see the leaf rise in 
the wind ? There! there she is, that little 
gray bird. 

All day long the bough rocks up and down, 
to and fro, and all night long the stars peep 
through the leaves at her, and the tender moon¬ 
light sheds a golden rain around. Through all 
the long summer the sweet wind hovers, now 
singing a song of peace and love and home and 
joy, now lifting the green canopy overhead, to 
give the little mother a view of some soft cloud 
floating in the blue sea above. And so she 
sits, and broods and broods. 



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A Little Servant. 


And when it rains ? Why, it never rains at 
all in that sheltered nest; the leaves look out 
for that. 

Watch! Dipping, swooping, curving, with 
a flutter and a whirl, comes a wee bird, smaller 
than the other, and she has yellow feathers in 
her wings. But mother-bird’s eyes are on her, 
and, wondering, she anxiously awaits the result 
of this unexpected visit. 

The small visitor hops about a bit with a 
saucy air, eying all the time the neat and 
comfortable nest. Suddenly she makes a dart 
at a dainty bit of white cotton deftly woven 
into the nest, and as quickly carries away the 
pride and joy of the young mother-bird’s heart. 

It was as if when you had just finished a 
nice little home, with bay windows, porches 
and cornices, and had sat down to your sewing 
to enjoy it all, some one had come and quickly 
picked off and carried away the bay windows, 
porches and pretty things, leaving your house 
bare and forlorn. 

Yes, that bit of cotton was a bay window, a 


A Little Servant. 


9 



porch, a cornice, and all the other beautifying 
things to little birdie’s heart. So also thought 
Yellow Wings, or she would never have made 
such a bold 
attempt to 
steal in 
broad day¬ 
light. 

With a 
cry of dis¬ 
may, moth¬ 
er-bird dart¬ 
ed after her, 
but too late, 

alas ! Yel¬ 
low Wings POOR LITTLE BIRDS! 

was fleet and wary. She knew the quickest 
way to get out of sight, and poor little mother- 
bird must come back to her dismantled home 
to tell her husband the sorrowful tale, and they 
two repair the damage as best they can. It is 
not the work of a day, though, for such bits of 
cotton are not alwavs to be found for the look- 




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A Little Servant. 


ing. Poor little birds! And two watchers, 
standing by, saw it all. 

One was— Did you ever know the little 
girl that lived in the pretty house, with the 
garden all about it? Her eyes were bits of 
blue left over when the sky was finished. Her 
hair was like curling sunbeams, and her lips all 
kisses and rose leaves. When she laughed 
’twas like the spring wind playing amongst the 
violets, so low and sweet. Every one loved 
little Esther, and she was queen of the whole 
house. 

There she stood on the balcony, close over 
the branch where madam-bird rocked all day, 
and saw the deed done which so darkened the 
cheer of the little nest. Her heart swelled 
with indignation that a bird could be so 
naughty, and her feelings took voice in a 
sorrowful, horrified “ Oh-oo-o! Poor, poor 
birdie.” 

The other watcher stood below, leaning on 
his rake. He was a dark-browed young man, 
w T ith a face that would have been good but for 


A Little Servant. 


11 



above, the blue, blue heavens. It was a per¬ 
fect day, and yet the perfection jarred on the 
young man. Here was all this beauty, and 
none of it for him. If there was a God, how 


the settled look of gloom and scorn which he 
wore. There was a certain pride, too, such as 
did not match the rough gardener’s suit. 

All about him stretched the broad lawns, 
smooth as velvet, of the Carleton home, and 



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A Little Servant . 


could he treat him so ? Where was the justice 
in it ? He looked down with contempt at the 
heavy boots, and the rake which must be used, 
and used faithfully, for some one else, ere he 
could have a right to his daily bread. He 
hated the work he was doing, and put no 
pleasure in the clean-cut curves of the gravel 
paths on which he was working, or the well¬ 
shaped mounds he was preparing for the plants 
that were soon to fill them. 

It was not many years since he was a boy 
in a home where everything was pleasant and 
happy; he was the pride of his father and the 
pet of his mother — their only child — and 
his every wish was gratified if possible. His 
father had not been rich, only comfortably off, 
but he had never wanted for anything. He 
had been a bright boy in his classes in the 
public school. His father had intended to edu¬ 
cate him for a lawyer; to that end the boy was 
not expected to devote himself to anything but 
study, so he grew up with very little practical 
knowledge of any kind. He had not improved 


A Little Servant. 


13 


his opportunities for study as well as he might 
have done, but he did not realize that yet. 

At fifteen he was in a fair way to graduate 
from the High School in one year more, when his 
education suddenly stopped. The father was 
killed in a railroad accident, and the little 
mother, not very strong at any time, never left 
her bed after the funeral, and in a few short 
days was lying beside her husband. When the 
poor stunned boy tried to look around him to 
see what he should do, they told him that he 
had no money, and must leave school and go 
to work. 

The indulgent father, who had never been 
able to deny his son any wish, who had always 
granted any request of money from his wife, so 
that she had no idea he was not able to spare 
it, had not made allowance for the death angel 
and his possible summons to the court of heaven. 
The money had been spent as it was earned on 
little every-day comforts, and there was nothing 
left to the boy but hard work, for which he was 
not in the least prepared. 


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A Little Servant. 


He had taken, as a matter of necessity, the 
place that was offered to him, but he did not 
know how to do the work well, and disliked it. 
When there came an opportunity for a change 
he changed, and, as is often the case when peo¬ 
ple try to better themselves, he only made him¬ 
self worse off, and hated the new work more 
than the old. So he went from one thing to 
another, often out of employment, and so surly 
and haughty in his manner that no one cared to 
employ him. 

He awoke one day to the fact that he was a 
man, twenty-four years old, with no regular 
employment, and, what was worse, no chance of 
any work whatever. He had drifted in these 
years far away from the old home, where he 
might have had friends to help him. He found 
himself in this strange city, having spent two 
weeks in fruitless hunting for something to 
do ; in debt to the landlady of his miserable 
little boarding house for his board for those 
two weeks. What was to be done ? There 
seemed to be nothing in the world for him to 


A Little Servant. 


15 


do. He had even condescended to ask one man 
if he didn’t want his wood sawed, but had 
received such a sharp “No” from him that he 
had not the courage to ask any one else. 

So when he heard Mr. Carleton inquiring for 
a man to do a little gardening for him, as his 
gardener was sick, he was glad in a sullen kind 
of way to accept the offered work. This was 
his first day at the place, and he had filled his 
mind with hard, bitter thoughts about himself, 
his lot, and the injustice of his God to have 
allowed it all to happen to him. You see it 
never occurred to this young man that he had 
brought part of the trouble on himself. 

His mother had been a Christian, in her quiet 
way, always teaching him that he ought to love 
God, although he had not any very definite idea 
why. Just before she died she had said to him 
in a broken whisper : 

“ Robert, I haven’t been the sort of mother I 
ought to have been. I haven’t told you about 
Jesus and his love. I don’t know what I should 
do without him now. You must know him, my 


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A Little Servant. 


son, and get ready to die. You will be sure to 
come to me in heaven, my boy ? ” 

He had kissed her and promised, too stunned 
to know what he was saying, almost; but later, 
when his grief had somewhat worn away, he 
had fallen in with companions who ridiculed 
his mother’s God, and he had grown to think 
that if there was a God who loved him, he 
never would have let so much trouble come to 
him. So the promise to his mother had been 
set down as a foolish one, made to quiet a dying 
woman, and the boy grew into manhood trying 
to make himself believe that he never expected 
to see his father and mother again. 

So with his mind full of gloomy thoughts he 
worked, looked across the lawn and saw the 
beauty, but took none of it into his soul. As 
he heard the flutter and twitter above his head 
he looked up and saw the little robber bird in 
the act of stealing the coveted cotton. He 
scowled at the bird, then told himself it was'the 
way of all the world, and that birds might as well 
bear it as men. He had thought he was alone 


A Little Servant . 


17 


until little Esther’s troubled voice startled him. 
He looked up at the balcony where she stood, 
a beautiful little vision all in white, with her 
great sorrowful blue eyes full of tears, watching 
the distant flutter of wings. He gazed wonder- 
ingly up at her until the eyes came back to the 
nest; then she caught sight of him. She looked 
at him a moment, perhaps a trifle surprised to 
find a stranger there, then she said, still with 
that horror in her voice : 

“ Did you know there were any such naughty - 
birdies ? ” 

The young man almost laughed, but the little 
face above him was so grave that he only 
answered : 

“ Why, I don’t know ; why shouldn’t there 
be?” 

a But birdies were made to be good and 
pretty, and sing for God.” 

He had nothing ready to say to such an aston¬ 
ishing reply as this, but the little maiden went 
on : 

u Poor little birdie ! I wish I could do some- 


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A Little Servant. 


thing for her. Now her nest is all torn to 
pieces.” 

“ You might get her another piece of cotton/’ 
he suggested. 

She was delighted. 

“ Could I ? ” she said, her face all changed in 
an instant. “ Oh! could I ? And would she 
use it ? ” 

a I think she would if you hung it on the 
branch close to her nest,” said he. 

“ Then I will ask my grandma for some ; and 
if I come down there will you lift me up, so I 
can put it on the branch ? ’Cause I’m not very 
tall, you know,” she said quaintly. 

The little maiden received the promise and 
vanished through the open window, leaving 
Robert Knight with the first real smile on his 
face that had been there in many a day. Pres¬ 
ently she came down the wide piazza and stood 
beside him on the ground. 

“ Here I am,” she said ; “ and I have some 
cotton and some silk rav’lings from my dollie’s 
sash — pink and blue. Do you think the birdie 


A Little Servant. 


19 


would like those, too ? My grandma thought 
so.” 


The sweet voice asked his opinion as if it 
were a matter of great import, and the young 
man smiled again as he assured her he thought 
madam-bird would be very glad to get them. 

A great time they had arranging them on 


FATHER BIRD. 



the branch. Father bird, high up in the 
branches of the neighboring elm, with his heart 
in his mouth, watched them, wondering if there 
was to be an utter destruction of the pretty 
home he and his wife had labored so hard to 
make. But perhaps madam-bird saw the pinks 


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A Little Servant, 


and blues and coveted them, for she went and 
sat very still, beside her husband, looking down, 
first out of one eye and then out of the other. 
The dainty little maiden, mounted on the 



BESIDE HEll HUSBAND, LOOKING DOWN. 


shoulder of the dark young man, one white arm 
and hand clasped close about the collar of the 
dark, rough coat, made a pretty picture, with the 
maple boughs for a background. They worked 
eagerly, fixing them “ so the birdie would be 
sure to see them the first thing and not feel 
bad any more,” Esther said ; and when it was 









A Little Servant. 


21 


done they withdrew to the shadow of a large 
cedar to watch for the return of the house¬ 
holder. 

After eying long and anxiously, madam- 
bird’s love for the beautiful overcame her 
nervous fears, and she came by various short 
stages, stopping long at each place, to be sure 
all was well, to 
the branch where 
hung the ravelings 
of dollie’s sash. 

She pecked at 
them once or 
twice, turned her 
head to one side, 
gave a twittering 
call to her hus¬ 
band, and down 
he came. Busy and happy they were then, 
as any two birds could be, weaving in and 
out the delicate threads, and making such a 
nest as would make the heart of Yellow Wings 
ache with jealousy for many a day. 





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A Little Servant. 


Oh ! how happy was little Esther, down be¬ 
hind the cedar-tree, he'r small hands clasped 
together with delight, her eyes very large and 
bright with excitement. Robert Knight stood 
near, silently watching her. Presently he re¬ 
membered that his time was not his own, to 
stand thus and idle away the hours watching 
this beautiful little creature. He turned with 
a scowl and was about to go back to his work, 
but Esther looked at him with a smile. 

“ I think you must be a very nice man,” she 
said. 

He started. When had any one ever called 
him nice since his mother used to lay her white 
hand on his curls and call him her nice boy ? 
It brought a queer sensation in his throat, but 
he mastered it and said in a rather gruff 
voice : 

“Why?” 

“ Because you wanted to help the poor birdie 
so much.” 

Then she put that soft little hand in his, 
looked u|) into his face, and smiled again. 


A Little Servant. 


23 


“ May I stay with you a little while ? ” she 
went on. “ What are you doing? I won’t 
bother.” 

Of course he said Yes. How could he help 
it ? No one ever said No to her when she 
asked like that. 


II. 


CROSS the lawn they went together, over 



** to the big flower garden, and Esther 
sat down on a box of seeds. She was very 
much interested in the spading of the flower 
bed, and made him tell her why he did this and 
that, and what was to be planted in the bed. 

“ Dowell doesn’t dig quick like that. He 
goes very slow. I think your way is the 
nicest. Dowell is cross, sometimes, but 
Grandma says little girls shouldn’t bother.” 
Then, after a thoughtful pause, “ Do 1 bother 


you?” 


“Not a bit,” he said. 

“ Then I’ll stay a little longer, because I like 
you,” she said. 

“ You’re the only one in the world, then, I 
guess.” 

She looked at him in surprise. 


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A Little Servant. 


25 


“ Why, haven’t you any Grandma ? ” she 
asked pityingly. 

He shook his head. 

“ Nor Grandpa ? ” 

“ No.” 

“ And haven’t you any mamma ? ” 



Her voice was full of pity now, and it 
touched him so he could not trust himself 





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A Little Servant. 


to reply, except by another shake of the 
head. 

“Why, then you’re just like me, aren’t you? 
I haven’t any mamma here, either. She has 
gone to heaven. Has your mamma gone to 
heaven, too ? ” 

What was this young man, who professed to 
believe in no such thing as heaven, to say to 
this baby’s question ? He gave a nod which 
might have meant yes or no, or almost anything 
else. He couldn’t bring himself to say any¬ 
thing against the heaven which was evidently 
so real to the little girl. Besides, he felt that, 
baby though she was, she wouldn’t believe him 
if he should. But Esther took the nod for yes, 
and went on. 

“Was your mamma sorry to leave you all 
alone, without any Grandpa or Grandma to 
stay with ? My mamma left me with my 
Grandma and Grandpa. Grandma says she 
wanted to take me with her, only Jesus had 
some work for me to do for him before I w T ent 
with her, and she said T must do it as quick as 


A Little Servant. 


27 


ever I could, and come to her, for she would be 
waiting for me. She said I was to comfort 
Grandma and Grandpa, and bimeby Jesus would 
give me something to do for him, and I must 
be very good and do it well — just whatever he 
wanted me to do ; then when it was done I 
could come home to her, where Jesus is, and 
see him. Did your mamma leave some work 
for you to do ? ” 

She paused, her eager blue eyes looking up 
into his, confidently expecting an answer, and 
he did not know what to say. His mothers 
last words came to him and kept him from say¬ 
ing no. He stopped work, with one foot on the 
top of the spade, and looked at her. How was 
he going to answer such questions ? He could 
not bring himself to make fun of them. 

But the conversation was interrupted just 
then. A sharp, shrill voice called : 

“ Esther ! 0, Miss Esther ! Where in the 

world are you ? Come right in the house.” 

“ That’s my nurse, and T must go. She 
wants to get me ready for dinner now, but I’m 


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A Little Servant. 


coming out again. You are my new friend, you 
know, and I like you very much. Good-by/’ 

She was gone, and the young man looked 
after her with wonder again. She was such a 
quaint make-up of womanly dignity and child¬ 
ish innocence. The nurse had come to meet 
her, and in no very soft tone was admonishing 
her : 

“Miss Esther, what have you been doing 
down in the garden, talking to that tramp ? 
Don’t you know you shouldn’t talk to tramps ? 
They’re horrid bad men.” 

His face darkened as he listened, but he 
could hear the little girl’s answer in clear, posi¬ 
tive tones: 

“ 0, no, Sarah ! you are mistaken. He isn’t 
a tramp; he is very nice. And besides, his 
mamma is in heaven, just like mine, and tramps 
don’t have mammas in heaven.” 

Before the little girl had finished speaking 
there was a softened light in his eyes, ana' he 
turned back to his work to hide from himself 
his unusual excitement. 


A Little Servant. 


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He wondered often through the day if the 
little fairy girl would come to speak to him 
again, but his experience told him she would 
probably not be allowed to come, and his face 
grew dark to think that he had sunken so low 
as to be a gardener, whose only pleasure was 
to have the little child of the house come and 
prattle to him. He worked hard, turning up 
with the rich earth thoughts as hard as the 
flinty stones he occasionally came across, and it 
was not until toward evening, just as the sun 
was throwing his rosy good-night smiles over 
all the earth, that the little friend of the morn¬ 
ing came again. 

She stood in her soft white flannel dress, her 
long gold curls full of the dying sunlight, her 
little hands clasped behind her, a study in white 
and burnished gold. He was working still in¬ 
tently, and thinking, hardly noticing that the 
day at last was done and his work over for a 
time, until he heard her gentle sigh. 

“ I came out to say good-night to the sun,” 
she said; “I couldn’t come before, because I 


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A Little Servant. 


went to ride with Grandma and Grandpa, bnt 
I’m coming out to-morrow if it’s a pleasant day. 
I told my Grandma all about you, and she 
asked me what your name was, and I had to say 
I didn’t know. Wasn’t that funny not to know 
what a friend’s name was? Won’t you tell me 
what your name is?” The queer mixture of 
woman and baby gleamed from every dimple 
as she asked this question. 

“ Robert Knight,” he answered. “ And what 
do they call you, little fairy ? ” 

“ My name is Esther Carleton. Grandpa 
calls me his little Queen, but Grandma calls me 
God’s little servant, because, you know, Queen 
Esther was a servant when she was a queen. 
Do you know ’bout Queen Esther ? ” 

“Well, no, I don’t know as I do. What 
about her ? ” 

“ Why, you know, she was a queen, an’ Ha- 
zuerus was a king. He had a friend who fyated 
some of Esther’s people and wanted to kill 
them, and he made the king say they should be 
killed, and God sent word to Esther to go and 


A Little Servant. 


31 


ask the king not to kill her people, and it was 
very hard work, and she was afraid to go, fear 
the king would kill her, too, when he found 
out she was a relation of those people his friend 
hated; but she went, ’cause God told her to, 
course, and the king didn’t kill her a bit, and 
he said he would save all those people of hers 
alive, and so she was God’s servant, ’cause she 
did just what he told her to do. Have you got 
a story ’bout your name ? ” 

He slowly shook his head: u No, I think 
not.” 

But the sinking sun had at last finished his 
course and slipped away, leaving only a broad 
band of gold, with a deep crimson thread to 
mark the place where he had gone out. 

“ The sun has gone,” said little Esther, 66 and 
I must go in, for Grandma says the dew begins 
to fall as soon as the suns gets out of sight. 
Are you ready to stop now ? Hannah says 
your supper is ready, and my Grandpa says he 
wants to see you, and I want to-morrow to 
hurry and come, so I can watch you make gar- 


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A Little Servant. 


den.” She put her soft hand in his, and to¬ 
gether they went through the long, dark tree- 
shadows up the winding gravel path to the 
house, she chattering, he listening. 

The grandfather, careful that the darling of 
his heart should have no evil companionship, 
came out and talked long with the young man. 
By and by he went in and told the white-haired 
grandmother that he was interested in the 
young man and had hired him permanently, 
for Dowell was getting old and lame, and had 
told him only that morning that he was afraid 
he would not be able to do all the work that 
summer. So, at last, Robert Knight had found 
permanent work. 

Nevertheless, in his room over the carriage 
house, he felt not one whit grateful as he 
thought it over. The room was large and light 
and much more comfortable than the one he 
had been occupying in the miserable boarding¬ 
house. The meals to which Hannah called him 
regularly would be deemed luxurious beside 
those he had been accustomed to having of late, 


A Little Servant. 


33 


and he could not deny a certain pleasure when 
he thought of the strange, beautiful little friend. 
Still he curled his lip over the work he had 



THE ROOM WAS LARGE AND BRIGHT. 


“ come down to,” as he phrased it, and called 
God hard and unjust—if, indeed, there was 
a God — which last sentence he never forgot 
to put in. 








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A Little Servant. 


The little maiden was on hand bright and 
early in the morning, sitting on the seed box, 
a great broad-brimmed hat on the back of her 
curls, one white satin string in her mouth, and 
thus she talked eagerly. Queen Esther was 
always eager. 

“ Mr. Knight, there is a story ’bout your 
name. You didn’t know it, did you ? I was 
telling my grandma ’bout you, and how you 
didn’t know any story ’bout your name, and she 
said that perhaps you were a true knight, and 
if you were you had a story to work out. Then 
I asked her what a knight was, and she said it 
was some one who was sent out to do a brave 
deed, and she told me a beautiful story ’bout a 
knight who went out to catch a wicked man 
and shut him up in prison so he couldn’t do any 
more harm. Are you a knight now, do you 
suppose ? ” 

The young man felt almost gay that morn¬ 
ing, despite the rough clothes and the work 
that he hated. It was so pleasant to have a 
companion to talk to him. 



LITTLE ESTHER HAD A GREAT MANY QUESTIONS TO ASK. 




















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“ I’ll tell you what I’ll do. Queen Esther,” 
he said ; “ queens always have knights, and I’ll 
be your knight if you’ll let me.” 

“ My knight! ” said Esther. “ And what 
would I have to do ? How could you be my 
knight ? What do queens do with knights ? ” 
“Well, I don’t exactly know,” said he. 
“ You’ll have to ask some one else.” 

“Then I’ll ask my grandma. She knows a 
great deal. She has a caller now, so I can’t 
ask her yet, but when we have our lunch I’ll 
ask her. Won’t that be nice ? ” 

And then the talk drifted into gardening. 
Little Esther had a great many questions to 
ask, and wanted to try to spade some for her¬ 
self. So he held a spade for her, and she put 
her little white hand into the great round 
handle, and one small kid shoe on the top of 
the spade, and pushed and pushed with all her 
might. Her hat fell off, her face grew very red, 
and the curls blew into her eyes, but still the 
stubborn earth would not give way. 

“ Well, well, well, what are we trying to do 


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A Little Servant. 


now ? ” came a cheery voice from the shrubbery, 
an*d there stood Grandpa, watching and laugh¬ 
ing. Esther came down from the spade, her 
face still very red. 

“ 0, Grandpa ! ” she said, anxiety and dis¬ 
appointment in her face, “ I can’t do it the 
wa y Mr. Knight does. The spade is too big. 
When do you think I’ll be big enough to use a 
spade ? I want to make a garden so much.” 

“You want to make a garden ? What do 
you want to do that for ? Isn’t there garden 
enough around here for you ? ” 

“ Oh! but, Grandpa, it isn’t like having one all 
your own, you know, that you made yourself.” 

“ What would you put in' your garden if you 
had one ? ” 

“ Flowers,” she said quickly. 

“ And what would you do with the flowers ? ” 
he asked again. 

The bright eyes wandered around amongst 
the shrubbery as if in search of an answer, but 
suddenly they came back to his face, so sweet 
and earnest and expectant. 


A Little Servant. 


39 



I would give them to poor sick people who 
don’t have any at all.’ 

Grandpa looked at 
her kindly and said : 

“Well, little queen, if you want to go to 
making garden I’m willing, but you must have 
some tools that are not so large and heavy. 

_ --i Would you like to 

0*0 into town this 


afternoon and get a little hoe and shovel and 
wheelbarrow? ” 

Esther’s delight knew no bounds. She danced 
and clapped her hands, 
she rushed to her 
grandfather and kissed him again and again. 

“ You may ask your friend here to show you 
how, and you shall plant just what you want in 
your garden,” he said indulgently. 

So, behold, the next 
morning Esther came to 
the garden wheeling before 
her a little red wheelbar¬ 
row, and in it a wee hoe 











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A Little Servant. 


and shovel and rake. Robert Knight had orders 
to show her how to work in the best way, and to 
take all the time necessary for it. He began to 
like his work, with Esther beside him every 
morning. And more and more the afternoons, 
when he was alone, would be tilled with 
thoughts of how he could get up some surprise 
or some new work for the little maiden. 

“ My Grandma says,” she said, one morning, 
“ that kings and queens make people knights 
and then give them some great work to do. I 
can’t think what to give you to do. Some of 
the knights were sent after such silly things, 
but you are my very good knight, so I will have 
to send you after some great and beautiful 
thing. Besides, you know, I’m God’s little ser¬ 
vant, and I must give you something to do that 
will please him. We’ll think of something 
nice, Grandma and I, but now you can wait 
awhile, can’t you ? You might have to go 
away from me if I found something for you to 
do right away, you see, and I don’t want you to 
go away yet. You can wait, can’t you ? If 


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41 


I’m God’s servant he will show me something 
nice to send you after by and by.” 

He assured her he would wait as long as she 
pleased, but it gave him a strange feeling to 
think he was expected to do something to please 
God. He didn’t believe in God, he told himself, 
but there was no need to tell this baby so. 


III. 


HE days passed on and the warm lovely 



1 summer was at its full. Each day little 
Esther and her knight, as she so loved to call 
him, worked in the garden; the flowers blos¬ 
somed the brightest, the forget-me-nots were 


the bluest, and the lilies the purest, in the care¬ 


fully-tended bed in the southwest corner of the 
garden where the little girl daily worked. 

Some ladies, friends of Mrs. Carleton, tried 
to remonstrate with her. They told her the- 
child would get all rough and brown working so 
constantly out in the sun, and that they should 
think she would be afraid to have her with a 
strange young man, about whom she knew 
nothing ; but Grandma and Grandpa were wise, 
and were looking out for their darling. The 
ladies were disappointed in one thing. Esther 
did not grow brown and rough. Her skin was 


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43 


of that rare, clear kind which would not tan or 
roughen, and so she only grew rosier and 
lovelier. 

It was a very hot day, and Esther had been 
left with Sarah while Mr. and Mrs. Carleton 
went out to dine. She . wandered about from 
window to window, and out on the porch, but 
everything was uninteresting, and it was so hot 
everywhere. She wished she were out under 
that cool maple with Robert. She knew she 
would have a good time. The house was dull 
without Grandma, and Sarah was down in the 
kitchen ironing. 

Sarah had told her not to go out of the house 
until it grew cooler. If Sarah only knew how 
beautiful it was under that tree she would let 
her go. She decided to go down to the kitchen 
and ask her. Down she went, but Sarah was 
having a discussion with the cook, and did not 
notice Esther, except to tell her not to lean 
against the ironing-board or she would be 
burned. She wandered to the kitchen door. 
The flowers seemed to be nodding their heads 


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in an afternoon nap, with the trees bending 
over to fan them. The bees and butterflies 
went lazily from one flower to another, as 
though loth to disturb their slumbers. There 
was a still hum of heat over everything. 

She forgot the injunction about the ironing- 
board and came back to it, leaning one chubby 
hand and arm, with its short white sleeve, down 
right in front of the great hissing iron. Sarah 
had taken her hand from the iron and placed it 
on her hip, while laboring to convince Bridget, 
the cook, that Patrick O’Flannigan’s sister had 
run away with a relation of Bridget’s own 
cousin on her mother’s side. 

Robert Knight was coming down the gravel 
path outside with the wheelbarrow. Esther 
heard him and her head was turned toward the 
door. The ironing-board tipped a little like an 
inclined plane, as all ironing-boards will when 
one end is mounted on the table and the other 
end on a chair-back one inch and a half higher 
than the table. And so the great hot iron, 
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on the wickedness of Miss O’Flannigan, came 
sliding slowly down, hissing and scorching its 
way as it came, till the soft white arm of little 
Esther stopped its progress for a moment. 

Without a word the little girl jumped quickly, 
drew back her arm, and the iron proceeded on 
its wicked way, only stopping at the other end 
of the board to scorch an ugly spot in Sarah’s 
best white apron ruffle. Little Esther stood 
looking for a moment at the long red scar in 
her white flesh, the tears welling up and mak¬ 
ing her eyes twice as large as usual, her little 
bosom heaving, and her whole form quivering 
with pain; then without one sound she turned 
to the door where stood Robert Knight, and 
sprang into his arms, burying her head in his 
neck and letting the deep sobs of pain have 
full vent, now she had found a refuge and a 
friend. 

Of course they rushed around her to know 
what was the matter. No one but Knight had 
seen what had happened. Sarah was fairly 
frantic, and tried to take her darling from him, 


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but Esther clung to him and he held her fast. 
It almost seemed as if the burn was his own. 
He could feel every quiver of pain that went 
through the little frame as he held her close, 
and never until then had he realized how she 
had crept into his heart. 

Tenderly they bound up the arm, he holding 
her the while, for she would not leave him, 
much to the chagrin of her nurse. When the 
pain was eased and the little arm all care¬ 
fully shielded, she felt better and asked him to 
take her out under the pretty shady trees. So 
they went out, and he stopped all his work and 
held her in his arms a long, long time. 

When they were fixed to her satisfaction she 
leaned back and said, “ It hurted very bad, Mr. 
Knight.” 

In a tone that almost astonished himself, so 
full was it of love and revenge for his darling, 
he said, “ How could God let it happen ? ” 

He would have taken the words back the 
next instant, but they had been in his heart, 
and had come out before he could stop them. 


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49 


She threw back her head, a startled, wondering 
look in her eyes. 

u Why, Ml*. Knight, God didn’t let it happen; 
I did it myself. Sarah told me not to come 
near the table, and I came. She told me I 
would get burned, and I did. God sent me 
word and I didn’t mind.” 

He was startled and ashamed. The little 
believer’s forcible reasoning had silenced him. 
Her next question startled him yet more. 

“ Mr. Knight, don’t you love my Jesus ? ” 

He couldn’t give her any answer but a shake 
of the head, and he saw she was disappointed. 

“ Mr. Knight, don’t you know my Jesus ? 
He loves you very much.” 

He shook his head again. The grieved look 
deepened. 

“ Then you must find him right away, for 
you can’t be a good knight unless you know 
Jesus. How can you go on a great errand 
unless you know him ? You can’t be a brave 
knight without him, for you won’t have any¬ 
body to help you.” 


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A Little Servant. 


She paused, and he looked down at the sad 
little face, starting to find great tears rolling 
down her cheeks and dropping thick and fast 
on his hands. It was anguish to be the cause 
of those tears. His soul writhed under it. 
What could he say to comfort her ? 

“ Mr. Knight,” came the soft, troubled voice 
again, “ won’t you please to go right away and 
find Jesus ? Won’t you ? ” 

The pleading eyes, full of tears, looked up 
at him for an answer, and he felt it was a sol¬ 
emn thing she asked of him, which if he prom¬ 
ised he must surely do, and he waited. His 
proud spirit could not bear to say yes, and he 
could not say no to his little queen. They 
heard the distant grind of the carriage wheels 
as they turned into the gravel driveway, and 
Esther put up the little well hand and touched 
him softly on the cheek. 

“ Won’t you please, Mr. Knight?” 

“Yes, I will,” he said earnestly, and bent 
over and kissed the bright curl that had strayed 
out on the breast of his rough coat. 


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51 


Then Esther was so happy ! The tears all 
melted into smiles, and she wiped her face 
vigorously with her wee handkerchief, that 
Grandma might not think her arm “ hurted so 
very much now.” The carriage came, and 
Esther, in the arms of her knight, went to tell 
Grandma and Grandpa all about the burn. 
She was carried to the house to be petted, and 
Grandma was heard to remark that she never 
would leave her again. 

Robert Knight went to his room and set 
himself to his strange task. To find God! 
This was solemn business. It was not merely 
his promise to Esther that had stirred his heart 
to the depths this afternoon. God’s spirit had 
been striving with him for some time. The 
weeks of contact with the lovely life of this 
trustful little servant of Jesus had softened 
his heart and set him to thinking. He took 
up the Bible that had lain untouched on the 
stand in his room ever since he came there. 
As he opened it there rushed over him the 
feeling that he was coming into the presence 


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A Little Servant. 


of the great God, and a sense of his unworthy 
life filled him with shame. His whole past 
stood out before him and seemed hateful when 
he thought that the pure eyes of God were 
looking upon it. It seemed a hopeless under¬ 
taking, this trying to make peace with an angry 
God, and he felt like giving up all effort; but 
little Esther’s troubled face came to his mind, 
and he remembered he had promised. 

Back again to his life he went and searched 
carefully through every detail to see if by any 
possibility he might find something that would 
justify him in the eyes of God. He remembered 
the unkept promise to his dying mother, and 
fell on his knees beside the chair, crying: “ 0 
God, forgive me ! I am very wicked. Forgive 
me and save me, for Jesus’ sake ! ” Over and 
over again he sent up the same petition, till, 
worn out by the excitement, he leaned his head 
against the little table to steady it, and closed 
his eyes. ' 

There floated through his brain a picture. 
He saw himself a little boy again, sitting beside 


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53 


his mother in the dim twilight of a Sabbath 
afternoon, the last faint sunbeam glancing 
through the stained glass windows of the great 
dark church, and throwing a glimmer over the 
white communion-table with its high, stately 
silver; the sound of a sweet hymn had just died 
away, and the gentle voice of the white-haired 
minister was speaking these words : 

“ Him that cometh to me I will in no wise 
cast out.” 

It was a verse his mother had taught him 
long before, and he remembered the sense of 
satisfaction which had filled him that afternoon, 
that the minister had used his verse; but no 
clear idea of the meaning of those words had 
entered his mind then. Now he began to 
realize what they meant. It was a promise 
from God that he would receive him. 

“ Him that cometh,” he slowly repeated. 
“ Why, I have come already, and He must have 
received me, for He has promised, but, oh! what 
shall I do with my wicked, wasted life ? It is 
just filled with sin from beginning to end ! ” 


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A Little Servant. 


Then, like an answer to this earnest cry from 
his awakened soul, came another verse from 
his childhood memories, and he blest his mother 
who had taught him the precious words: 

“The blood of Jesus Christ, his son,cleanseth 
us from all sin.” 

Yes, he had known that verse a long time, 
why had it never brought him such joy as it 
brought now ? But then, he had never before 
realized what an awful sinner he was. He had 
often, with his wild companions, sneered at that 
very verse ; at the idea that the blood of Jesus 
could help any man ; but now he felt a blessed 
relief in the thought that Jesus would bear all 
the burden of the terrible load he had just 
begun to see had been upon him for years. 
With his head still bowed he knelt there a 
long time, trying to tell Jesus all that was in 
his heart: the humiliation ; the sense of sin; 
the sorrow; and the overwhelming thankfulr^ess 
that Christ was willing to save such as he. 

“ Did you find Him ? ” whispered Esther in 
the garden the next morning, while Grandma 


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55 


and Mrs. Senator Brownlee went around 
amongst the flowers. 

“ Yes,” he answered with a bright smile. 

The dreadful burn proved not to be so bad. 
after all, and after a few days the little girl 
was out among her dear flowers again, very 
glad to be back and talk to her knight, and 
glad indeed he was to have her again, for he 
had missed her sadly. 

And then, soon, came Esther’s birthday, and 
she had a party. Nine little girls and ten 
little boys. They came, their faces shining 
with the expectation of a good time. How 
pretty they looked in their dainty dresses and 
bright sashes flying about among the trees. 
Madam-bird, just hatching her second brood, 
sat and watched them, and thought, with a 
passing bird sigh, how many, many lovely nests 
all those sashes would make if they were only 
raveled out. Out under the great elm at the 
upper end of the lawn, Robert Knight was fix¬ 
ing something about the swing, and around him 
stood Frankie Elbright, Minnie Haines, Georgie 


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A Little Servant . 


Forbes, and Esther. Little mites they were, 
with such baby faces, but you should have 
heard them talk. 

“ I’ve got a cousin lives in Boston,” said 
Minnie Haines, with an important little air, 
“ an’ she’s got a great big doll ’s big’s she is, 
an’ it talks, an’ walks, an’ does ev’ryfing.” 

“ Ho ! that’s nothin’,” said Georgie. Forbes. 
“ My papa knows the President,” and he swung 
his little kilts back and forth, and gave a very 
short jump in the air. 

“ Presidents ain’t as big as kings,” said 
Frankie Elbright. “ My papa saw a king once. 
There ain’t anybody bigger’n kings.” 

Esther had stood very quiet, watching her 
little guests, but now she said in a positive 
tone : 

“ Yes, there is. God is bigger than any one 
else, and my mamma is in heaven where she 
sees him every day, and I’m his little servant.” 

A queer little hush fell over the baby group, 
and Georgie Forbes stopped jumping for full 
half a minute, but Frankie Elbright put his 



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hands in his small pockets, and with the air of 
some of his elders, walked off saying: “ Pooh ! 
that don’t count.” Robert Knight drew the 
back of his hand across his eyes before he could 
see to tie the last knot of the big rope. 

But the happy little party was over at last; 
the summer past away ; Esther’s bright flowers 
sighed and died, except for a few red-mittened 
geraniums that she helped transplant to the 
conservatory ; and the brilliant autumn came. 


IV. 


IT was October. The clear, sharp weather 
* had strewn the lawn and carriage drive with 
crimson and gold from the boughs of the soft 
maple-trees, which were scattered so plentifully 
all about the house. Little Esther, in her long 
white wool cloak and soft white cap, the gold 
curls blowing in the breeze, looked like a fair 
leaf herself, as she stooped to pick the crimson 
beauties from the gravel. She was gathering 
a bouquet for Grandma. 

How was it that the great iron gates that 
guarded the carriage drive had been left open 
that morning ! Had Patrick forgotten to close 
them the night before, or was it that some 
children had been passing that way and stopped 
to stand on the iron opener for the fun of seeing 
the gates slowly swing open, moved by their 
weight ? No one knows. Only the two frantic 
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horses, who fancied they were pursued by the 
pieces of broken carriage which were attached 
to them, and which kept hitting their flying 
heels, saw in that opening a refuge from their 
enemy, and dashed in. Up the broad drive 
among the trees, nearer and nearer they came, 
more maddened by each step, and there was 
little Esther, stooping down in that gravel 
drive-way with her back to them, and no one 
by to watch ! 

Robert Knight, away at the upper end of the 
garden, heard their rushing feet, looked up, 
saw them coming, and saw his little queen just 
before them. He shouted and ran and made 
frantic efforts to turn the attention of the 
furious horses, but he was a long way off and 
they were close upon his little friend. No one 
else saw or heard until it was too late. After 
that nobody seemed to care what other mischief 
the horses did. Some one caught them — they 
never knew who — for the servants were all busy 
rushing here and there after doctors and water 
and this and that. The doctor came and 


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A Little Servant . 


worked hard and fast for a little time, and by 
and by the blue eyes opened and looked won- 
deringly on the group that stood around her. 

u Jesus has sent for me. I must go pretty 
soon. Where is my knight ? Grandma, won’t 
you ask him to come here ? I want to tell him 
something.’’ They made way for him, and he 
went to her bedside. 

“ She may live a day or two, and it may be but 
a few hours,” said the doctor to the broken¬ 
hearted grandfather. “ There are internal in¬ 
juries. No, she is not in pain — will probably 
not suffer much.” 

And so they gathered around their darling 
for the few short hours that were left to them 
— the poor grandmother and grandfather and 
Robert Knight; for Esther wanted her knight 
with her all the time, and the two old people 
were ready to grant any request she might 
make. 

“ I’ve found out what to tell you to do, Mr. 
Knight,” she said, with eager voice and shining 
eyes. “ I think an angel whispered it to me 


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65 


just now. I couldn’t think of anything beauti¬ 
ful enough to send you to do, but now I know, 
and it will please Jesus. You must find some 
people that don’t know all about Jesus, and 
don’t know how good he is, and don’t love him, 
and you must go and tell them all about him. 
Will you go, Mr. Knight ? ” 

His voice was too choked to answer, but he 
bowed his head. The poor grandmother sat 
close by, sobbing. 

“ 0, Grandma ! ” said the little girl, “ please 
don’t cry. I’m going to my mamma and Jesus. 
You said my^ mamma wanted me so, only she 
left me to do some work for Jesus; but now my 
knight is going to do it for me, and so Jesus 
has sent for me. Please don’t cry, Grandma, 
dear. You will come so soon, and then we’ll 
all be in heaven with Jesus.” 

Now Grandma and Grandpa were getting 
old, and had been through many sorrows which 
had at first seemed impossible to bear, but they 
had found that the Lord had helped them to 
bear them ; and although this was their last 


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A Little Servant . 


little lamb, and dearer to them than life, and to 
lose her seemed to them harder than anything 
that had ever come to them before, yet they 
remembered that heaven for them was very 
near, and that the separation could not be for 
long. So they put their sorrow by and tried to 
wear bright faces and make the little one’s last 
hours on earth happy ones. They wanted her 
to feel glad that she was going to heaven. 

“ Grandpa,” she said, “ will you help my 
knight to do my work for me ? ” 

It was a long, hard afternoon for the three 
watchers — to feel their darling slipping from 
them, minute by minute, and not be able to 
help her; and yet it was a wonderful afternoon. 
Not one of them would have been willing to 
lose a moment of it. The little girl was so 
happy that she was going home to Jesus. She 
would talk of heaven, and wonder what it would 
be like. 

“Do you think my mamma will come to 
meet me ? ” she asked once. But most of her 
thoughts were full of her knight and the work 


A Little Servant. 


67 


he was to do. She charged him many times 
that he must tell the people how Jesus loved 
them, and be sure that they all found him. 
Then her Grandpa made her very happy by 
promising that all the money which should 
have been hers should go to help along the 
work, and so she planned her pretty angel plans 
until the sun went down behind the cedar 
hedge and threw a glory over the room. She 
had just laid her little hand on Robert Knight’s 
dark, bowed head and said : 

“ When I get to heaven I’ll go straight to 
Jesus and tell him all about my dear knight, 
and how he is going to do my work for me, 
and I’ll ask him to help you, and when you get 
it all done and are ready to come up there too, 
I’ll be at the gate waiting for you, and Grandma 
and Grandpa will be there too, and my mamma 
and papa, and your mamma and papa, and 
Jesus, and we will all be so glad, and the angels 
will sing ” — and the golden head had sunk 
back upon the pillows. But just as the last 
glow of sunset lit up the room she raised her 


68 


A Little Servant. 


head, her face almost gleeful in its brightness, 
her eyes looking up, her voice very clear : 

“ I see my Jesus and my mamma ; they have 
come for me. Good-by ! ” 

The bright head sank back upon the pillow 



“I SEE MY JESUS AND MY MAMMA.” 


and the soft lids closed over the blue eyes. 
Grandma and Grandpa had no more need to 
hide their tears, for their darling was beyond 
“ the smiling and the weeping.” 

Robert Knight went out from that room with 
the feeling that he had watched the gate of 
heaven open and shut again, taking away the 
dearest thing in life from him;' but greater 



A Little Servant. 


69 


than the deep sorrow which lie felt was the 
solemnity which filled him. He had spent an 
afternoon in a room where God surely was, 
waiting to take away one of his own, and he 
had seen little Esther’s face when she had said: 
“ I see my Jesus,” and he had felt that she 
really did. Never again could he be tempted 
to say there was no God. He knew there was. 
He had felt his presence. Life was full of a 
great responsibility that had never been there 
before. He had been called to a mission, to 
finish some work for one of Christ’s little ones. 
How he was to do it he did not know, but it 
was a precious privilege, and he meant to do it. 
He would begin by telling of Jesus’ love to all 
who came in his way. 

He walked out of the front door and down 
that awful gravel road where only a few short 
hours before the life and brightness of the 
house had been, so glad and well; and now 
she was gone. It was a dreadful thought, but 
with it also came the remembrance that she 
was with Jesus, and how glad she had been to 


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A Little Servant. 


go. He shuddered as he crossed the spot where 
the horses had done their fearful work, and 
stepped into the grass, just under the maple- 
tree where madam-bird had first introduced 
them. 

Deep down in the velvety grass, close by the 



COLD AND STILL. 

tree trunk, cold and still, its little feet stretched 
stithy up to the branches overhead, its bright 
black eyes glazed over, lay little madam-bird, 
dead. Poor little bird! He picked her up, 
with the sad feeling of how Esther would grieve, 
and instantly came the remembrance that she 
was where she would never grieve again. As 
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garden to bury it in the flower bed she had so 
loved, he remembered the poem she had learned 
only a little while before, and recited to him, 
all about a little sparrow, and how the Heavenly 
Father knew when one fell to the ground. The 
blinding tears came thick as he worked, but he 
knew now that the Heavenly Father cared for 
him, too. 

In the course of the next day he was sent for 
by Mr. Carleton. He went in, supposing that 
he was wanted to go on some special errand, 
but the old man called him into the library and 
made him sit down. The tears were streaming 
down his cheeks, his voice was husky and 
broken, he walked the floor nervously back and 
forth, his hands behind him, his head, bent over. 
Presently he broke out: 

“ Knight, we would like to have you take up 
your education just wdiere you left off. Wife 
and I have been talking it over and we think it 
would please the little girl. We would like to 
have you think it over. It would be the best 
thing you could do, if you mean to carry out 


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A Little Servant. 


the commission she gave you. It would please 
her ” —- 

The old man broke down then, but by and 
by they talked it over more. Robert told him 
how gratefully he would accept the kind offer, 
and how much he longed to carry out the 
wishes of little Esther. 

So it came about that only a few days after 
they had laid the little girl to rest beside her 
young mother in the cemetery, Robert Knight 
began to prepare for college. He was growing 
old to enter college, and it was hard to go back 
to study after so long a vacation, but he worked 
with a will, remembering his commission and 
Esther’s words : “ I’ll ask Him to help you.” 

Two people were passing the Carleton home 
one day, and one said to the other: “ That 
little Esther Carleton is dead. Doesn’t it seem 
a pity that she didn’t die when her mother did ? 
Then the old people wouldn’t have missed her 
so. It is said that they are very lonely. ' I 
wonder why such little things are allowed to 
live at all, if they are not to grow up. Her 


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75 



life was only long enough to have those miss 
her who have had all the care and trouble of 
her bringing up.” 

But what did those two know about it ? 


Her short bright life was not spent in vain, 
and when in Heaven they see her crown they 
will understand. 

Away out in the Western part of our country, 
where the people are very poor, and live in log 


AND LIVE IN LOG HOUSES. 








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A Little Servant. 


houses — where they have hard work to keep 
soul and body together out of their scanty 
farms — stands a little church, neat, pretty and 
comfortable. The sun shines on the white spire, 
and it reflects a welcome to all the country 
round, while the bell in the steeple calls many 
to the house of God. There Robert Knight 
preaches and teaches, and little Esther’s money 
is helping to bring people to Jesus. Up in 
Heaven, among the angels, I doubt not she is 
watching. 

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Each volume 

At Home and Abroad. 

Bobby’s Wolf and other Stores. 

Five Friends. 

In the Woods and Out. 

Young Folk’s Worth Knowing. 

Each volume 

Couldn’t be Bought. 

Getting Ahead. 

Mary Burton Abroad. 

Pansies. 


Miss Priscilla Hunter 
Mrs Deane’sWay. 

What She Said. 

12mo, cloth, $1.00. 

Mrs. Harry Harper’s Awakenin' 
New Years Tangles. 

Next Things. 

Pansy Scrap Book. 

Some Young Heroines 

13mo, cloth, 75 cts. 

Six Little Girls. 

Stones from the life of Jesus 
Thai Boy Boh. 

Two Boys. 


Eaoh volume 16mo, cloth, 7octs 

Bernie’s White Chicken. Helen Lester. 

Docia’s Journal. Jessie Wells. 

Monteagle. 


Each volume 16mo, cloth, 60 cts. 


Browning Boys. 

Dozen ot Them (AX 
Gertrude’s Diary 
Hedge Fence (Aj 

Side by Side. 

World 


Six O’Clock in the Evening. 
Stories of Remarkable Women. 
Stories of Great Men. 

Story of Puff. 

" We Twelve girls 
Little People (AX 


D. LOTHROP COMPANY’S 


BROOKS (Elbridge S.), continued. 


THE STORY OF THE AMERICAN INDIAN.* 8 vo, 

illustrated, cloth, 2.50. In neat library binding at same price. 


A list of the best hundred books on the American Indian is included in the work. 


“ The volume does not belong to the 
'amiliar type of boys’ books of adventure 
among the redskins, but is a thorough 
compendium of archaeology, history, pres¬ 
ent standing and outlook of our nation’s 
wards. It is clearly and concisely writ¬ 
ten and embodies a vast deal of pertinent 
information. ” — L iter ary IVor Id, Bos¬ 
ton. 


“No better story of the race that has 
played a not important part in the drama 
of human progress has been given. The 
author has certain definite moral convic¬ 
tions on the subject that he expresses 
ably and fearlessly .”—The Traveller, 
Boston. 


THE STORY OF THE AMERICAN SAILOR* Uni¬ 
form with the “Story of the American Indian.” Illustrations by 
Bridgman. 8vo, 2.50. In neat library edition at same price. 

A list of the best hundred books on the American Sailor is included in the work. 

The complete story of Jack’s daring endeavor and achievement from prehistoric 
times to the days of the “ Brave Old Salt ” and the yacht Volunteer. The result of 
much study and careful research, it is nevertheless as dashing, as brilliant, as pictur¬ 
esque as Jack himself, when Jack is at his best. As the first consecutive account ever 
attempted, it will appeal to all lovers of blue water and to all admirers of the exploits 
of American seamen. 


“ It is the fact that his fresh, sealike, 
lusty narrative tells us of the American 
sailor in all his phases that gives Mr. 
Brooks’ book not only its great immedi¬ 
ate charm, but its permanent usefulness as 
a study and history. ” — Brooklyn Times. 

“An exhilarating, picturesque and en¬ 
tertaining story and yet one that is prac¬ 
tical, convincing and satisfying.”— New 
Haven Register. 


“ One of the best boys’ books of the 
season.” — Chicago Dial. 

“ Mr. Brooks can load his sentences 
with statements of fact and there is noth¬ 
ing of real consequence omitted from his 
brief and well-written story.” — Boston 
Herald. 

“ Not only beautiful, but instructive 
and excitingly entertaining.” — Chicago 
Inter-Ocean. 


THE STORY OF NEW YORK.* 8 wo, illustrated, 1 . 50 . 


(Vol. I. of “ The Story of the States ” Series.) 


“ Mr. Brooks has acquired a most envi¬ 
able reputation as a historic writer, in his 
‘ Historic Boys,’ ‘ Historic Girls ’ and in 
his brilliant ‘ Story of the American In¬ 
dian,’ and his present volume will cer¬ 
tainly add to this reputation. It is what 
it purports to be, a story of the begin¬ 
nings and of the marvelous development 
of what has come to be the Empire State 
of America — and he has made it a most 
interesting one. There are dull matters 
for the average reader in the slow growth 
of American institutions. These Mr. 
Brooks leaves for the antiquarian to dwell 
upon in detail, while he devotes more at¬ 


tention to the romantic, the heroic with 
which the history of every State in the 
American Union abounds.” — Boston 
Trave ller. 

“ The narrative is more like a charming 
fireside legend told by a grandfather to 
eager children, than the dry and pompous 
chronicles commonly labelled ‘history.’ 
Having already digested the writings of 
the experts—historians, novelist? and 
philosophers — who have studied and 
written upon New Netherlands and Col¬ 
onial, Revolutionary and modern New 
York, Mr. Brooks proceeds to tell a good 
story.” — N. V. Critic. 


♦Recommended by the State Boards of Wisconsin and other States for their public 
school libraries. 



SELECT LIST OF BOOKS. 


BALLADS OF ROMANCE AND HISTORY. 

By Susan Coolidge, Mrs. Whitney, Harriet P. Spofford and others. 
Illustrated by Garrett, Barnes, Sandham, Taylor and F. Childe 
H assam. 4to, 2.50. 


“ A picturesque and interesting work 
It might be said that unity is not possi¬ 
ble when many authors, instead of one, 
treat a subject, but in this volume the 
contributors are well-known authors, who 
enter into the spirit of the subject with 
remarkable unanimity, and artists of ac¬ 
knowledged merit. Different episodes 
in mediaeval and modern history are told 
in stirring verse. Bravery and chivalry 
are vividly illustrated in the artist’s 
spirited conceptions of the poet’s tales 
The leading poem, ‘ Little Alix,’ a story 
of the children’s crusade, by Susan Cool¬ 
idge, is illustrated by Edmund H Gar¬ 
rett, who also furnishes the drawings 
of ‘ The Story of the Chevalier,’ by Har¬ 
riet Prescott Spofford. Poems of New 
England history are contributed by Mrs. 


A. D. T. Whitney, Sarah Orne Jewett, 
Margaret Sidney and Lucy Larcom, and 
illustrated by W. L. Taylor, H. Sand- 
ham and George Foster Barnes, The bal¬ 
lads number twelve. ” — Boston Journal. 

“ It is a holiday book indeed, rich in 
beauty, sterling m merit.” — Book Rec~ 
ord , N. Y. 

“ It is a volume more than ordinarily 
attractive, for the ballads are such as will 
stir the best and noblest emotions in the 
young heart and stimulate its best facul¬ 
ties. They form a rarely exquisite col¬ 
lection. They are replete with beauty, 
grace and tenderness, both ballads and 
pictures., and will arouse older readers to 
responsive interest and admiration by 
their touching force.” — Boston Tunes. 


BAMFORD (Mary E.). 


LOOK-ABOUT CLUB. 4to, cloth, illustrated, 1.50; boards, 
1.25. 

Recommended by the State Board of Minnesota and other States for their public 
school libraries. 

The Look-about Club is a party of children who know very little about natural 


history. 

‘‘The author is an enthusiastic stu¬ 
dent of natural history. The young peo¬ 
ple form a little natural history club with 
the aim of finding out new facts about 
animals, insects and other living creat¬ 
ures, and their father presides over their 
investigations, rendering occasional ad¬ 
vice and instruction. The book is very 
bright and readable and crammed with 
curious facts illustrative of the intelli¬ 
gence of the lower orders of animal life. 


For a book to both please and instruct 
the young it is a decided success,” — 
Boston Times. 

“ So artfully blended with amusement 
and ‘ a lovely time ’ that the most per¬ 
verse of younglings could scarce detect 
or flout it.” — Providence Journal. 

“ It is pleasantly written, and is among 
the best of the books we have seen which 
are intended to interest small children in 
natural history.” — The Nation. N Y. 


THE SECOND YEAR OF THE LOOK-ABOUT CLUB 

4to, cloth, illustrated, 1.50. 

The Look-About Club, grown wiser and more observing by the first year’s experi¬ 
ence in the study of Natural History, take up the work of the second year with a zest 
that brings them a large measure of success. 

MY LAND AND WATER FRIENDS. 4to,boards, 1.25; 
cloth, 1.50. Nearly two hundred original drawings by L. J. Bridgman. 

Recommended by the State Board of Minnesota and other States for their public 
school libraries. 

An out-door book giving delicious little accounts of strange and familiar creatures. 

“ She has not only imparted a vast invested them with a personality which 

deal of intensely interesting information will make children more humane in their 

about the common insects and animals treatment of them.” — Boston T*an- 

which we meet with every day, but by script. 

making them tell their own story she has 



D. LOTHROP COMPANY’S 


WONDER STORIES OF SCIENCE. 


By Rev. D. N. Beach, Amanda B. Harris, Mary W. Fisher and 
others. i2mo, fully illustrated, 1.25. (« 5 ) 


Board of Minnesota and other States for use in their 


Recommended by the State 
public school libraries. 

“ Twenty-one charming sketches are 
included in this little volume. The boys 
can make an excursion in a balloon, the 
girls can spend an afternoon in a Christ¬ 
mas card factory, or they can go to 
another factory and see how numberless 
women earn their living by making dolls’ 
shoes. One chapter tells how newspap¬ 


ers are made, another, where and how 
umbrellas are made, etc., etc. There is 
a great deal of information to be ob¬ 
tained in this little book, and all in ? 
wonderfully delightful way.”— Christian 
Observer , Louisville, Ky. 

“It is as interesting as fiction.” — 
Zion's Herald , Boston. 


WONDER STORIES OF TRAVEL. 

i2mo, fully illustrated, 1.25. (Jy) 


Recommended by the State Board of Mi 
public school libraries. 

Tales written by several writers in which 
are brought out. 

“ It is in a line of books peculiar to this 
house, in being intended to agreeably 
teach the young how to see and enjoy the 
earth and life about them. This book, 


nnesota and other States for use in their 
peculiarities of people and things abroad 

and several of its class from these pub¬ 
lishers, has special claims upon parents 
who seek to direct the reading of their 
young.” — Boston Globe. 


WOODS (Kate Tannatt). 


SIX LITTLE REBELS. 

“This is a story of boys and girls dur¬ 
ing the first years of our Civil War. The 
* little rebels ’ were five boys, brothers 
and cousins, and a colored servant, a veri¬ 
table male Topsy, who were sent from 
Richmond to Washington and placed 
under the guardianship of a good doctor 
there, an old friend of their parents. 
. . . The story of their pranks and their 


i2mo, illustrated by Boz, 1.50. 

sorrows, their visits to Boston and sum¬ 
mers by the sea in Massachusetts, with 
the sombre war cloud hanging over all, 
and giving an undertone of pathos to the 
narrative, is charmingly told. Glimpses 
are caught here and there of President 
Lincoln, General McClellan and other 
famous persons.”— Worcester Spy. 


DOCTOR DICK (A Sequel to “Six Little Rebels”). i2mo, 

illustrated by Boz, 1.50. 


OUT AND ABOUT ; or, The Hudsons’ Trip to the Pacific. 

Square 8vo, cloth 1.75; boards, 1.25. ( 5 ) 

Cape Cod to the Golden Gate with a lot of young folks along and plenty of yams by 
the way. Pictures of now and then a sight, but a great deal more in the types- 


WOODS (William S.). 

HOW BENNY DID IT. izmo, 1.25. ( 5 ) 

The writer of this story is a business man of long experience, and he was moved to 
its preparation by a fact which experience had shown him that there is much in cur¬ 
rently received business principles— even among those whom we call good men — that 
is wrong, and so wrong as to be not only injurious to him upon whom, but by whom 
committed. He places the hero of the story, Bennie Stout, in positions to exemplify 
this fact, and to show how a boy of good principle and a strong will cannot onlyresi** 
temptation himself, but can even exert an influence over his elders. 




SELECT LIST OF BOOKS. 


EASTMAN (Julia A.). 


Miss Eastman has a large circle of young admirers. She carries off the palm as a 
writer of school-life stories, and teachers are always glad to find their scholars reading 
Miss Eastman’s books. Her style is characterized by quick movements, sparkling 
expression and incisive knowledge of human nature. 


KITTY KENT’S TROUBLES. i2mo, illustrated, 1.25. ( 5 ; 


“ Miss Eastman, it will be remembered, 
took the prize of one thousand dollars 
offered several years ago by this house. 
The heroine of the present book is the 
daughter of a clergyman, ‘ a girl who was 
neither all good nor all bad, but partly the 
one and partly the other ’; and the narra¬ 


tive of her trials and experiences is in¬ 
tended as a guide and help to other girls 
who have those of the same kind to con¬ 
tend with, and to impress upon them the 
lesson that ‘ the only road to happiness 
lies through the land of goodness.’ ” — N. 
E. Journal of Education. 


STRIKING FOR THE RIGHT. 121110, illustrated, 1.25. ( 3 ) 

A story illustrating the necessity of kindness to animals. The pupils of the Eastford 
High School form a humane society which does a noble work. 

A Premium of #1000 was awarded the author for this MS. by the examining committee. 

SHORT COMINGS AND LONG GOINGS. i2mo, illus¬ 
trated, 1.25. 

The ups and downs of wide-awake boy and girl life in a country home. 


SCHOOLDAYS OF BEULAH ROMNEY. i2mo, illus¬ 
trated, 1.25. ( 5 ) 

An aged Christian woman befriends a dozen careless schoolgirls and helps them out 
of the many troubles that invade their lives. 


YOUNG RICK. i2mo, 12 full-page illustrations by Sol. 
Eytinge, Jr., 1.25 ( 5 ) 

Young Rick was a genuine boy, mischievous and motherless. Aunt Lesbia, with 
whom he lived, was not used to children and found it no easy task to look after him. 
In the end, however, her kindness and good sense made a man of him. 


THE ROMNEYS OF RIDGEMONT. i2mo, illustrated, 
1.25. ( 5 ) 

A story of the New England hills; of sugaring and haymow conferences and old- 
fashioned picnics. 


EASY READING. 


Chromo on side. Numerous illustrations, 6 vols., i8mo, 1.50. 


Easy Reading. 
Birds and Fishes. 
Book of Animals. 


Natural History. 
Illustrated Primer. 
Book of Birds. 




D. LOTHROP COMPANY’S 


EATON (Frances). 


A QUEER LITTLE PRINCESS. Quarto, illustrated, r.50. 

Henrietta Minerva Longstreet Nelson is her full name. She is not a royal-blood 
princess but the “ queerest, dearest, best little girl in the world,” nicknamed “ Little 
Princess,” because — as the nurse expresses it — she is so “ fine and pretty.” A fair- 
haired, prattling, whimsical, self-sacrificing little peace-maker is her “ Royal High¬ 
ness,” by her artless ways bending everybody to her own sweet will. There is 
something indescribably pathetic in the dismay of the sensitive little creature, so 
innocent and so cherished, when she first finds out there is sorrow in the world, and 
spells out s-o-r-r-o-w in her troubled sleep, and, though the circumstances are quite 
unlike, her ingenuous talks with poor Joe, the gardener, are hardly less touching than 
those of little Eva and Uncle Tom. It is a charmingly picturesque group of vassals 
that pay fealty to their liege-lady. _ ... 

Pathetic and humorous by turns, pregnant with lessons of life, this story is destined 
to become a famous “child-classic.” 


“ It cheated us out of a night’s sleep.” 
— Union Signal. 

“ Beyond all others the book of the 
year for girls.” — Boston Post. 

“ The Princess is a counterpart in 
character to Little Lord Fauntleroy.” — 
Chicago Journal. 

“ The story of the orchestra and its 


practice is delightful. — Boston Herald. 

“ One of the hits of the season — New¬ 
port Journal. 

“ There is no little fun to be had from 
some of the situations .”—The Critic , 
N. Y. 

“A bright, quaint story.”— N. Y. 
Nation. 


EDSON (N. I.). 

GRANDMOTHER NORMANDY. 


“ It is a well-told story that deals with 
some of the vital truths of Christianity, 
and shows how the bitterest experience 
may conduce to good results in the mould¬ 
ing of character. The central portrait, 
that of Grandmother Normandy, stern, 
relentless and unforgiving almost to the 
last, is strongly drawn, and the author 
has shown her skill in the means she has 
devised for softening the old lady’s heart 


i2mo, cloth, 1.25. 

and melting the pride which has wrought 
so much unhappiness to her family.” — 
Boston Post. 

“It is a sign of better things in the 
literature of fiction, when novels like 
‘Grandmother Normandy’ and ‘The 
Pettibone Name ’ are produced in this 
country and find popularity and a ready 
sale.” — Cincinnati Courier. 


BARBARA. i2mo, illustrated, 1.25. (!>) 

An invalid father, penniless through misfortune, a much-enduring Christian mother 
and three daughters— very different and yet alike as sisters are wont to be — make up 
the Bennett family. A will is found under very strange circumstances, bequeathing to 
them a large property, but before the necessary legal steps can be taken this will is 
stolen by interested parties. At this juncture a runaway son, supposed to be dead, 
returns with a fortune and what is much better than a fortune — a loving, purified 
heart. 


SILENT TOM. i2mo, illustrated, 1.25. (3) 

A violent infidel is brought to put his faith in Christianity through the influence of 
a devout wife. * 


ENGLE (Alice B.). 

THE STORY OF FOUR ACORNS. Square 8vo, illustrated, 


1.00. 

“ A graceful little fantasy by Alice B. 
Engle, in which the sights and sounds of 
the forest are inwoven with fitting verses 
and stories into the long dream of a 
child. Its effect can hardly be that of 
reality, but it will be a delightful winter 


reminder of summer haunts for children 
who already care for the woods, and it 
ought to help to awaken in others that 
love of nature which so often proves an 
invaluable zest and solace in mature 
years.”— The Nation , N. Y. 



SELECT LIST OF BOOKS. 


DIAZ (Mrs. A. M.), continued. 


BYBURY TO BEACON STREET. i2mo, 1.25. 


“ Mrs. Diaz uses all her ] owers of 
earnestness and humor to induce women 
to elevate their own lives and to care for 
something besides material things, while 
making their homes sweet, orderly and 
good to live in. Her illustrations are 
original and to the point. This last book 
is one of the most amusing and also one 
of the most useful that Mrs. Diaz has 
written ; and it must be that hundreds of 
families will find in the author a true 
helper. ” — Boston Post. 

“ Sensible and humorous is Mrs. A. 
M. Diaz’s ‘ Bybury to Beacon Street.’ 
The villagers of Bybury are supposed to 
meet together, and to talk and write 
about their experiences, as well as to dis¬ 
cuss various subjects. We hear also from 
the busy Beacon Street woman, whose 
days are as painfully subdivided by the 


conflicting claims of home, society, char¬ 
ity and shopping, as poor Mrs. Lammer- 
kin’s of Bybury by those of cooking, sew¬ 
ing, baby-tendmg, etc., which all seem to 
require attention at once. Amusing as 
well as distressing are the stories of their 
tormented hours. Sunlight in the house, 
simplicity in dress and "diet, self-respect 
instead of the worship of wealth and 
fashion, education of women in skilled 
labor, are among the things Mrs. Diaz 
advocates by the mouths of her speakers. 
These and other topics are touched with 
the bright insight and penetrating com¬ 
mon sense which are the worst enemies 
of stupidity and folly. The social lump 
needs plenty of such leaven. We hope 
that both in city and country the book 
will be widely read.” — New York Na¬ 
tion. 


THE CATS’ ARABIAN NIGHTS. 8vo, illustrated, boards, 
1.25. 

The wonderful cat story of cat stories told by Pussyanita that saved the lifes of all 
the cats, the funniest, wittiest story that ever was [so says Pussyanita]; and that is 
why it is so wonderful. King Grimalkum must have been a credulous fellow; but 
nobody blames him for losing his wits to such a teller of cat stories. 

“ This is the most extensive and de- ever seen.”— Woman ' 1 s Journal. 
lightful collection of cat stories we have 


THE JIMMYJOHNS AND OTHER STORIES. i2mo, 

illustrated, 1.00. 

A book to enchant young folks and old folks with young hearts. 

“ Every respectably brought-up girl and of what children like to read, and no one 
boy has read the Jimmyjohns and had knows better than she howto prepare it.” 

heaps of enjoyment out of it. Mrs. Diaz —Boston Transcript. 

seems to have an instinctive knowledge 

FIRESIDE CHRONICLES. 8vo, illustrations by Boz, 1.25. 

Fifteen different chronicles, every one of them funnier than the last one, and five 
times as many pictures of what they’re about. A great deal of wisdom in with the fun. 

LUCY MARIA.* iamo, illustrated, 1.00. 


A STORY BOOK FOR 

r. 00. 

STORY TREE SERIES 

pictures. 6 vols., i8mo, 1.50. 

Mercy Jane. 

Jamie and Joe. 

Tab and Her Kittens. 


CHILDREN. * 1 2mo, illustrated 


1S0 stories illustrated with 180 

Brave Little Goose Girl. 
The Ellson Children. 

The Procession. 



E>. LOTHROP COMPANY’S 


CLARK (H. H., U. S. N.), continued. 

NAVAL CADET BENTLY. i2mo, illustrated, 1.50. 

This may be considered a sequel to “ Boy Life in the U. S. Navy.” As Joe Bendy 
advances in his chosen profession he meets with many new and intensely interest¬ 
ing adventures, while the clear explanation ot the little understood details of naval life, 
which made the first book so instructive, are continued in this with marked success 


CLARK (Mrs. S. R. Graham;. 


YENSIE WALTON. i2mo, 

“ It will be welcomed by all lovers of 
high-toned fiction, not only for the deli¬ 
cious fragrance of true, abiding principle 
which is breathed from every page, but 
for the continuous and increasing interest 
of the narrative.” — St. Pmil Dispatch 

44 It is about an orphan girl who finds 
a home with an uncle, and is made a 

THE TRIPLE “ E ” i2mo, 

“ 4 The Triple E’ is the name playfully 
given by her friends to a girl of eighteen, 
whose three names begin with that letter, 
and who is left with a younger sister to 
make her way in the world after the 
death of her parents. She has promised 
her mother on her deathbed to not only 
care for her sister, but also for an insane 
uncle, and a little girl waif who came into 
their family in the most mysterious man- 


ill ustrated, 1.50. 

drudge by her aunt, who is a coarse, 
vulgar woman, and at first she is passion¬ 
ate and disobedient But a Christian 
teacher develops a new life in her and 
she becomes a sunbeam in the house, 
even softening the heart of her aunt.” — 
Portland Transcript 


r ' 5 °- 

ner. The two sisters are compelled to 
enter a large manufactory in order to gain 
a subsistence and earn means for sup¬ 
porting their charges. The record of 
their experiences in this new life, their 
trials, and the victory over adversity they 
finally achieved, is told in a manner which 
commands attention from first to last.” 
Burlington Hawkeye 


ACHOR. i2mo, 1.50. 

A sequel to the “Triple E.” It has the same characters and solves the mystery 
w'hich there enveloped the heroine’s life, who, now grown to womanhood devotes her¬ 
self te r> . reclamation of a depraved father. 

1 ENSIE WALTON'S WOMANHOOD. i2mo, illustrated, 

W°. 

A sequel to 44 Yensie Walton.” 

‘‘Yensiehas arrived at the dignity of 
an instructor and her experience will 
greatly interest those who have to do 
with the moral and mental training of 
children. The deformed boy, brilliant, 
but embittered by his physical misfor¬ 
tune, taxes Yensie’s skill and persever¬ 
ance to the utmost She gradually wans 
him, however, working a beautiful change 
in the boy’s disposition. Then she is 
met by 4 woman's destiny ,‘ and we leave 


her in her own w T edded home, a wife and 
mother to serve as a model .”—The 
Watchman, Boston. 

44 Not written for critics, but for the 
sorrowing, burdened toilers of my own 
sex.” — Preface. 

44 The story is well told and interesting, 
and the moral of it is the superiority of 
duty to pleasure, as a life-motive.” — 
Christian at Work, New York. 


HERBERT GARDENELL’S CHILDREN. i2mo, 1 50. 


44 From beginning to end its teachings 
are strong, pure, sweet, inculcating not 
morality simply, but the religion of Jesus, 
and all without a particle of 4 preach¬ 
ment. ’ ”— Union Signal, Chicago. 

44 Herbert Gardened is a clergyman 


W'ith five children, and their characters 
and home life, with its vicissitudes of 
light and shadow, are the sub)ect of the 
story, which' is well told and conveys 
impressive lessons” — Lutheran Ob¬ 
server, Philadelphia. 




SELECT LIST OF BOOKS. 


FAITH AND ACTION. 

Selections from the writings of F. D. Maurice. With preface by 
Rev. Phillips Brooks, D. D. i2mo, i.oo. 

Few English clergymen are better known in this country than Frederic D. Maurice, 
whose untimely death, some years ago, deprived not only England, but the Christian 
world, of one of its ablest religious teachers. He devoted a great deal of his time to 
the social and religious needs of the common people. 

Maurice was a dear friend of Tennyson. The following lines in one of the poet’s 
oest-known pieces refer to his friend : 

“ How best to help the slender store, 

How mend the dwellings of the poor, 

How gain in life as life advances, 

Valor and charity more and more.” 


FARMAN (Ella). (Mrs. C. S. Pratt.) 

Ella Farman is the editor of Wide Awake, and her books are full of sympathy with 
girl-life, always sunshiny and hopeful, always pointing out new ways to do things and 
unexpected causes for happiness and gladness. 

THE COOKING-CLUB OF TU-WHIT HOLLOW. 

121110, illustrated, 1.25. 

The practical instructions in housewifery, which are abundant, are set in the midst 
of a bright wholesome story. Girls who read this book will not be able to keep house 
at once, but they will learn to do some things, and they will have an hour or two of 
enuine pleasure in discovering how there came to be a cooking-club and in tracing its 
istory. 

GOOD-FOR-NOTHING POLLY. 12010, illustrated, 1.00. 

Polly is not a girl at all, but a boy, a slangy, school-hating, fun-lov’ng, wilful, big- 
hearted boy. “ Nagged ” continually at home, he wastes his time upon the streets and 
finally runs away. The book tells of his adventures. Mrs. Pratt has a keen insight 
into the joys and sorrows of the little appreciated boy-life. Like Robert J. Burdette, 
she is a master of humor and often touches a tender chord of pathos. Every boy will 
be delighted with this book and every mother ought to read it who is, all unwittingly 
perhaps, “freezing” her own noisy boy out of the home. 

“ ‘ Good-for-Nothing Polly ’ will doubt- England as it has already done in the 
less gam the admiration and win the United States.” — Bookseller , London, 
graces of as large a circle of readers in 

HOW TWO GIRLS TRIED FARMING. i2mo, illustrated, 

T.OO. 

A narrative of an actual experience. 

“ The two girls who tried farming 
solved a problem by taking the bull by 
the horns, and that is often as effectual a 
means as can be resorted to. They had 
for capital one thousand dollars. With 
this they bought thirty-five acres of 
scraggy farm land. Then they hired out 
as lady help for the winter and laid by 
enough money to buy clover seed, and a 
horse and a few other necessities. Dolly 
had learned to plough and harrow and 
make hay, and even to cut wood. Both 
girls worked hard and it is pleasant to 
chronicle their success. Now they have 
a prosperous farm, and raise cows,sheep. 


pigs and chickens, and as they do every¬ 
thing to the best of their ability, their 
products are in constant demand.” — Si. 
Louis Post Despatch. 

“We recommend it to those girls who 
are wearing out their lives at the sewing- 
machine, behind counters or even at the 
teacher’s desk.” — New York Herald. 

“ The success of the farm is almost 
surpassed by the charm of the record. 
It shows a touch of refinement and a 
degree of literary skill no less uncommon 
than the enterprise which has converted 
a bleak hill-top of Michigan into a smil¬ 
ing garden.”— New York Tribune. 



D. LOTH ROP COMPANY’S 


ALLEN (Willis Boyd;. 

PINE CONES. i2mo. illustrated, i.oo. 


“ Pine Cones sketches the adventures 
of a dozen wide-awake boys and girls in 
the woods, along the streams and over 
the mountains. It is good, wholesome 
reading that will make boys nobler and 
girls gentler. It has nothing of the over¬ 
goody flavor, but they are simply honest, 
live, healthy young folks, with warm 
blood in their veins and good impulses 
in their hearts, and are out for a good 


time. It will make old blood run warmer 
and revive old times to hear them whoop 
and see them scamper. No man or 
woman has a right to grow too old to 
enjoy seeing the young enjoy the spring 
days of life. It is a breezy, joyous, en% 
tertaining book, and we commend it to 
our young readers .”—Chicago Inter - 
Ocean. 


SILVER RAGS. i2mo, illustrated, i.oo. 


“ Silver Rags is a continuation of 
Pine Cones and is quite as delightful 
reading as its predecessor. The story 
describes a jolly vacation in Maine, and 
the sayings and doings of the city boys 
and girls are varied by short stories, sup¬ 
posed to be told by a good-natured ‘ U tide 
Will.’” — Fhe VP(itchman, Boston. 


“ Mr. Willis Boyd Allen is one of our 
finest wiiters of juvenile fiction. There 
is an open fiankness in Mr. Allen’s 
characters which render them quite as 
novel as they are interesting, and his 
simplicity of style makes the whole story 
as fresh and breezy as the pine woods 
themselves.”— Bostoii Herald. 


THE NORTHERN CROSS. i2mo, illustrated, i.oo. 


“The Northern Cross, a story of the 
Boston Latin School by Willis Boyd 
Allen, is a capital book for boys. Be¬ 
ginning with a drill upon Boston Com¬ 
mon, the book continues with many inci¬ 
dents of school life. There are recita¬ 
tions, with their successes and failures, 
drills and exhibitions. Over all is Dr. 
Francis Gardner, the stern, eccentric, 
warm-hearted Head Master, whom once 
to meet was to remember forever! The 


idea of the Northern Cross for young 
crusaders gives an imaginary tinge to the 
healthy realism.” — Boston Journal . 

“ Mr. Willis Boyd Allen appeals to a 
large audience when he tells a story of 
the Boston Latin School in the last year 
of Master Gardner’s life. And even to 
those who never had the privilege of 
studying there the story is pleasant and 
lively.” — Boston Post. 


KELP : A Story of the Isle of Shoals. i2mo,illustrated, i.oo. 

This is the latest of the Pine Cone Series and introduces the same characters. Their 
adventures are now on a lonely little island, one of the Shoals, wheie they camp out 
and have a glorious time not unmarked by certain perilous episodes which heighten 
the interest of the story. It is really the best of a series of which all are delightful 
reading for young people. 

“ It is a healthful, clean, bright book, fully through the veins of young read- 
which will make the blood course health- ers.” — Chicago Inter-Ocean. 


ANAGNOS (Julia R.). 

PHILOSOPHIZE QUZESTOR; or, Days at Concord. 121110, 
60 cents. 


In this unique book, Mrs. Julia R. Anagnos, one of the accomplished daughters of 
Julia Ward Howe, presents, under cover of a pleasing narrative, a sketch of the 
Emerson session of the Concoid School of Philosophy. It has for its frontispiece an 
excellent picture of the building occupied by this renowned school. % 


“The seeker of philosophical truth, 
who is described as the shadow^y figure of 
a young girl, is throughout very expres¬ 
sive of desire and appreciation. The im¬ 
pressions she receives are those to which 
such a condition are most sensitive — the 
higher and more refined ones—and the 
responsive thoughts concern the nature 
and character of what is heard or felt. 
Mrs. Anagnos lias written a prose poem. 


in which the last two sessions of the 
Concord School of Philosophy, which 
include that in memorv of Emerson, and 
its lecturers excite her feelings and inspire 
her thought. It is sung in lofty strains 
that resemble those of the sacred woods 
and fount, and themselves are communi¬ 
cative of their spirit. It will be welcomed 
as an appropriate souvenir.” — Boston 
Globe . 



SELECT LIST OF BOOKS. 


KNIGHT (Charles). 


KNOWLEDGE IS POWER. i 2 mo, 1.50. ( 3 ) 

“ The author discusses in a clear and each that a thorough knowledge of their 

masterly way the relation between capital work gives, and urges a broader culture 

and labor, the duties of employer and for all classes.” — St. Joseph Gazette. 
employed, and the great advantage to 


KNIGHT (Mrs. S. G.). 

NED HARWOOD’S VISIT TO JERUSALEM. 4 to, 

boards, illustrated, 1.25. Library Edition , i2mo, cloth, 1.25. 

The travellers were in no hurry. They spent much time m the places associated 
with Christ’s ministry and in the former homes of the patriarchs and prophets. The 
book is of especial value to Sunday-school teachers and scholars, because of the light 
it throws upon many difficult Scripture passages by its vivid descriptions. The manu¬ 
script was approved by Rev. Selah Merrill, D. D., for many years U. S. Consul at 
Jerusalem. The strictest accuracy has thus been secured without imparing the inter¬ 
est of the story. Cover in colors from original design. 

“ The pictures of buildings and scenery “It tells about just the things that 

are worth the price of the book.”— would interest a boy in the Holy Land.” 
Woman''s Journal. —Union Signal. 


KOKHANOVSKY (Madame). 


RUSTY LINCHPIN and LUBOFF ARCHIPOVNA. 

Translated from the Russian by M. M. S. and J. L. E. i2mo, 1.25. 


“ Here are two exquisite idyls of Rus¬ 
sian rural Lfe. Innocent and ingenuous, 
ignorant of the falsity and fever of fash¬ 
ionable life, they have the freshness and 
simplicity of a good child. The local 
coloring adds to their bright cheerfulness, 
and the honest, kindly characters move 
us to a devout thankfulness.” — Chris¬ 
tian Union, N Y. 

“ They bring us very close to that 
strange civilization which has lately be¬ 


come so fascinating to Western readers, 
and help us to realize how truly the aims 
and the emotions of common life are the 
same under all garbs and in all lands.” — 
Chicago Dial. 

“Of a number of works of fiction 
translated from the Russian within a year 
or two, no book, as a w'hole, is so purely 
reflective of Russian domestic life, or so 
sweet in tone as ‘ The Rusty Linchpin.’ ” 
— Boston Globe. 


LAMB (Charles). 

“ Seeking his materials for the most part in the common paths of life — often in the 
humblest—-he gives an importance to everything and sheds a grace over all.” — 
Thomas Noon Tai.fouku. 

A DISSERTATION UPON ROAST PIG. Small quarto, 
illustrated, 1.00. 

A separate issue of the humorous masterpiece of Lamb, “ the frolic and the gentle.” 
Printed on heavy paper, in clear, large type, characteristically illustrated by L. J. 
Bridgman. 

“ A little holiday book, the outside of those charming literary trifles, whose 
which is in admirable harmony with what lightness and brightness will always keep 
it contains. The dissertation is one of it popular.” — Boston Transcript. 



D. LOTHROP COMPANY’S 


CATHERWOOD (Mary Hartwell). 


THE DOGBERRY BUNCH. i2mo, illustrated, 1.25. (o) 


“ Boys and girls will be delighted with 
this very merry story of seven plucky 
children who would hang together. These 
seven brothers and sisters have the family 
name of Dogberry. They live in an 
Illinois village and their mother and 
father are dead. They form an unique 
association to save money and keep them¬ 
selves from being separated. Jack, one 
of the brothers, gets carried off on a 
freight train and sees something of a 
strike of railroad employes. Arty, the 
youngest, strolls away from home and 


cannot be found. Loo goes to Carver 
City in search of the little one and gets 
out of society, while Ben and Alice leave 
for Danport on the same errand and they 
get into society. Thus the story goes on 
with all kinds of adventures by the dis¬ 
persed Dogberry children; but their 
hearts are united by love, and before we 
get through they are all together again in 
one closely connected bunch. There are 
thirty illustrations and the book is a prize 
for any child. ” — Boston Journal 0/Com¬ 
merce. 


ROCKY FORK. i2mo, illustrated, 1.50 


“The story of a few summer days in 
a little neighborhood of farmhouses of 
central Ohio long ago. . . . Very 
rarely has plain, rough country life been 
so faithfully described. It seems usually 
impossible to do it without a tinge of 
vulgarity, which is just what true Ameri¬ 
can country-life escapes. Some fine fibre 
in American nature, when close to fields 
and woods and sky, keeps it always noble, 
however rude the exterior. . . . Mrs. 
Catherwood’s people are all graciously 

OLD CARAVAN DAYS. 

“ It is a story so bright, fresh and natural 
as to seem real history. From the very 
opening chapter where Grandma Pad¬ 
gett with Bcbaday and Aunt Krin set out 
on their long Westward journey toward 
their new home in the family wagon, with 
the lame hired man Zene in charge of the 
load of household goods in the rear, down 
to the moment when Pa Padgett met 
them at the Illinois State line and crept 
into the big wagon where they were 111 
camp fast asleep, surprising all but Boba- 
day, the interest is wholesome and in¬ 
tense. The people they met and talked 


attractive—the schoolmaster, with * sweet, 
severe face under iron-gray hair ’; Lisa, 
the guardian of the doctor’s motherless 
children, and the great-aunt from the far- 
off Sharon to the children ‘ a rose-leaf 
lady.’ It is useless to try to transplant 
the children. They must be known in 
their own woods and meadows. Theirs 
was a blessed world of happy ‘ make-be¬ 
lieves ’ when simple pleasures yet had 
charms.” — N. Y. Nation. 


i2mo, 1.25. 

with on their journey are the very people 
we have met and talked with. And yet 
young readers who journey by railway, and 
telegraph back over the hundreds of miles 
their safe arrival at nightfall will be all the 
more interested in the old-fashioned cov¬ 
ered wagon, and dogs and kettles and 
buckets rattling along together under¬ 
neath as pictured in the chapters.” — 
Ch icago Journal. 

“ One of the few books which deserve 
to remain permanently on the shelves of 
the juvenile library.” — Boston Beacon. 


SECRETS AT ROSELADIES. i2mo, 1.00. 

Boyish visions of a dazzling crown of gold and a sealed jar brimful of yellow money 
materialize into a lot of dirty Indian bones and a kettle full of arrow heads. “United 
diggers ” become “ united sufferers.” The scene of the digging is a Shawnee bury¬ 
ing mound on the banks of the Lower Wabash. The suffering begins there too, but 
it does not end there. “ Aunt Jane ” has a word to say about that. 

“ Strange and awesome are their ad¬ 
ventures, alternately curdling and amus¬ 
ing, of the sort that boy-readers revel in 


“ From first to last the story is so en¬ 
tirely American, so full of life and move¬ 
ment, and so dainty in diction, that we 
doubt if anything better in juvenile litera¬ 
ture has been offered to the public for 
some time.” — St. Louis Republic. 

“ It is a good story and the characters 
are capitally drawn. A beautiful little 
book for the library.” — Chicago Inter- 
Ocean. 


with enough of girl-life in them to make 
them bewitching to girls likewise.”— Lit¬ 
erary World , Boston. 

“The plot is as fresh as a May prim¬ 
rose.” — Homestead, Springfield. 




SELECT LIST OF BOOKS. 


BREMEN LECTURES (The). On Fundamental 
Living Religious Questions. 

Translated from the German by Rev. D. Heagle. Introduction 
by Alvah Hovey, D. D. i2mo, i.oo. ( 2 ) 

A defence of the old beliefs by the great thinkers of Germany, originally delivered 
as lectures in the city of Bremen. They are calm, scholarly, profound, yet clear argu¬ 
ments, upon subjects of vital interest to all thinking people, especially timely in this 
sceptical age. The lectures are as follows: The Biblical Conception of God; The 
Doctrine of Creation and Natural Science; Reason, Conscience and Revelation; 
Miracles; The Person of Jesus Christ; The Resurrection; The Scriptural Doctrine 
of Atonement: The Authenticity of our Gospel; The Idea of the Kingdom of God; 
Christianity and Culture. 


BROOKS (Elbridge S.). 

IN LEISLER’S TIMES. i2mo, illustrated, 1.50. 


“ The story is one of Knickerbocker 
New York, two hundred years ago, and 
is designed to do justice to the memory 
of the attainted and ill-fated Governor 
Leisler. It is a good boys’ book; 
manly, patriotic and readable.”— New 
York Independent. 

“ Mr. Brooks has the rare faculty of 
combining history and fiction so that each 
shall happily play into the hands of the 
other. The story makes the history in¬ 


teresting and the history makes the story 
interesting. Mr. Brooks does this delib¬ 
erately, because it is his aim to do this 
very thing; and we know of no writer of 
stories for young people (or for old peo¬ 
ple either, for that matter) who under¬ 
stand better how to mix these two ele¬ 
ments so that they shall not seek to 
instruct too much or to entertain too 
little.” — Brooklyn Times. 


IN NO-MAN’S LAND. With seventy-two pen-and-ink char¬ 
acter drawings by Hassam. i2mo, 1.25. 


Ruthie, the little heroine, is a similar creation to little Alice, the heroine of “ Alice 
in Wonderland.” Ruthie begins her journey in a horse car, apparently falls asleep, 
and then her adventures begin. A squirrel and a billy-goat accompany her with many 
jests and odd puns to the jumping-on place, a little leap from which brings her into 
“ No-Man’s Land.” The incidents and characters here are all on the marvellous, and 
related with a keen sense of fun. 


“Mr. E. S. Brooks’ ‘In No-Man’s 
Land ’ sparkles all over with glee. The 
pages bristle with jests and quips and 
puns. The parodies on ‘ Casabianca,’ 
‘ Douglas, Douglas Tender and True ’ 
and other popular songs are very clever. 


But there is not a dull line in the book. 
The author has not labored over his con¬ 
ceits ; they were spontaneous, and there¬ 
fore natural and buoyant and fresh.” — 
The Dial , Chicago. 


STORIED HOLIDAYS. * i2mo, 1.50. 


“ It was a happy thought to take the 
holidays of the year, from Christmas to 
Thanksgiving, connect each with some 
picturesque event in history, and then tell 
the story in terse and forcible English 
The result is a contribution to the litera¬ 
ture of romance —a book for buying and 
keeping, that the children as they grow 
up and the paresis, too, may dip into and 


read.” — Sunday-school ttmes, Phila. 

“There is no writer in America who 
succeeds as well as Mr E. S. Brooks in 
interesting children in history. He is a 
capital story-teller and has a dramatic 
instinct that enables him to select such 
subjects as fairly thrill the young and 
ardent imagination. ”— A Ibany A rgus. 


* Recommended by the State Board of Wisconsin for the public school libraries. 



D. LOTHROP COMPANY’S 


YONGE (Charlotte M.). 

LANCES OF LYNWOOD. i2mo, illustrated, i.co. ( 4 ) 


Recommended by the State Boards of several States for their public school libraries. 


“ ‘ The Lances of Lynwood ’ is con¬ 
structed of fourteenth-century materials 
gathered from historical and legendary 
granaries. It is one of the best books 
for our boys and girls. It opens up his¬ 
tory, quickens the imagination and fixes 
the love of reading.” — Syracuse Stan¬ 
dard. 


“ It is full of the ring and romance of 
the feudal ages, describing the bright 
side and ennobling influences of chiv¬ 
alry.”— Living Church , Chicago. 

“There is a true adherence to nature 
and great dramatic skill displayed in the 
exhibition of character” — North Brit¬ 
ish Review. 


GOLDEN DEEDS. i2mo, illustrated, cloth, i.oo; gilt top, 
1.25. ( 4 ) 

Heroic and noble actions mostly culled out of history, making fifty different tales of 
lofty duty, for young and old. 

THE PRINCE AND THE PAGE. i2mo, illustrated, 1.00 

( 4 ) 

A story of the Last Crusade. 

THE LITTLE DUKE : Richard the Fearless. i2mo, illus» 

trated, 1.00. ( 4 ) 

LITTLE LUCY’S WONDERFUL GLOBE. 23 full-pag* 

illustrations, i2mo, cloth, .75. 

HISTORICAL SERIES. 


Recommended by the State Boards of several States for their public school libraries. 

Miss Yonge, while always boldly and continuously outlining the course of historical 
events, has the knack of seizing upon incidents which reveal the true character of his¬ 
torical personages, so that these volumes are eminently calculated to teach as well as 
to interest. The language is simple yet expressive, the freedom of treatment bold yet 
accurate. The characters appear and disappear with all the serious brevity of moving 
time, and seem to speak for themselves. 

YOUNG FOLKS’ BIBLE HISTORY. i2mo, illustrated, 

I - 5 °- 

“ The author presents in her dramatic 
style many of the striking incidents and 
stories of the sacred book. It is not only 
entertaining, but as fascinating as any 
romance, yet nothing of the spirit of the 
Bible is disturbed, and the lesson is only 
more vividly brought out by the genius 
of the artist.”— Western Educational 
Journal, Chicago. 


“ One of the best books for its purpose 
which we have found.” — Christian 

Register. 

“We shall be much mistaken if this 
book does not prove to be useful in many 
homes, in fixing the facts of Scripture 
history in the young minds and in giving 
them a good perspective of that history 
as a whole.” — Independent, New York. 


YOUNG FOLKS’ HISTORY OF ENGLAND. i 2 mo, 

illustrated, 1.50. 

Beginning with a period prior to the Christian era, it outlines English history 
through the vicissitudes of the Roman, Danish and Norman invasions, through the 
subsequent civil strifes, and a large portion of the peaceful reign of the good Victoria. 
Only those facts are presented which are at once most picturesque, most interesting 
and most easily comprehended. In the hands of the young it is an irresistible tempta¬ 
tion to history. % 


YOUNG FOLKS’ HISTORY OF FRANCE. i2mo, illus¬ 
trated, 1.50. 

To arrange the confused facts of French history in such an order as to make them 
comprehensible to children is a difficult task. Miss Yonge has undertaken to do this 
and has succeeded admirably. She has done more than tell an interesting story, for 
she has attached some real characteristic flb each reign, and has translated the leading 
political motives into something that can enter an intellect of seven or eight years old. 



SELECT LIST OF BOOKS. 


BOLTON (Sarah K.). 

HOW SUCCESS IS WON.* i2mo, i.oo. 

A fine portrait accompanies each biography. 


Short sketches of the lives of Peter 
Cooper, Johns Hopkins, the poet Whit¬ 
tier, William Hunt, Thomas Edison, 
Gough, John Wanamaker, and a few 
others. Mrs. Bolton has done her work 
charmingly, uniting the events of typical 
lives, for which the world is better that 
they have lived in it, with the strong, 
itmpressive lessons of the supremacy of 
character over mere achievement, and 
that the only w’orthy achievements are 
those wrought out from high purpose 
and noble motive. . . . No better 

book could be put into the hands of 
young people than Mrs. Bolton’s stories 
of ‘ How Success is Won.’ She shows 
how the thing we name success is the 
result of earnest, honest industry, of pure 


purpose, of lofty aim, and the book 
is a mental and moral tonic.” — Boston 
Traveller. 

“ Nothing can be finer or truer than 
the biography of Peter Cooper. It is a 
prose poem, affecting the reader with 
strong, noble and emulative impulses.” 
— Cleveland Leader. 

“ I wish the book could circulate a 
million copies. I know of no book so 
inspiring to a boy or a poor deserving 
man.” — Hezekiah Butterworth, 
Editor Youth's Companion. 

“The book is a success. The stories 
are told charmingly. I believe in circu¬ 
lating such a stimulus to industry, per¬ 
sistence and good habits.*’ — Kate San¬ 
born. 


SOCIAL STUDIES IN ENGLAND. i2mo, illustrated 


i.oo. 

“ * Social Studies in England ’ is packed 
with interesting matter concerning the 
efforts in progress in that country for the 
education of women and the dispensation 
of charity. Its several chapters deal 
with the higher education of women at 
Cambridge, at Oxford, the London Uni¬ 
versity, University College, and in the 
art schools; with the new avenues of 
work opened to women in the practice of 
needlework, decorative art, floriculture, 
business, etc.; with the special charities 
under the charge of Agnes E. Weston, 
Mrs. Spurgeon, Miss De Broen, and 


others; and with various London chari¬ 
ties, the Peabody homes, working-men’s 
colleges, post-office savings banks, coop¬ 
erative societies, etc., etc. Mrs. Bolton 
spent two years in England investigating 
the subjects of which she treats, and had 
access to all sources of information relat¬ 
ing to them. ” — Chicago Dial. 

“ ‘Social Studies’ contains many use¬ 
ful hints for the thousands of ladies who 
are making such praiseworthy efforts to 
support themselves.”— Literary World, 
London. 


SOME SUCCESSFUL WOMEN. Illustrated with por¬ 


traits. i2mo, i.oo. ( 4 ) 

“ It consists of twelve brief biograph¬ 
ies of American women who have in 
various w'alks and professions earned 
success so marked as to make their names 
familiar to every household in the coun- 
*rv, and who have done much to inspire 
others of their sex to follow in their foot¬ 
steps. Among them are Marion Har- 
land (Mrs. Terhune); Mrs. G. R. Alden 
(Pansv); Clara Barton, the philanthrop¬ 
ist; Alice Freeman, the president of 
Welleslev College; Rachel Bodley, dean 
of the Woman’s Medical College, Phila¬ 
delphia ; Frances E. Willard, whose 
labors in behalf of temperance have given 
her a place among the foremost of Amer¬ 
ican women; Mrs. Candace Wheeler and 


her daughter Dora, who have done so 
much to develop the love for decorative 
art in this country, and to create oppor¬ 
tunities for its practical application ; with 
others who have gained equally distin¬ 
guished places in other departments of 
art, literature and industry.” — Boston 
Transcript. 

“ It is good reading for plain men and 
will help all sensible women.” — Boston 
Beacon. 

“ It should have a place on every 
book shelf.” — Providence Telegram. 

“ The young woman who is struggling 
hard with adverse circumstances will find 
much to inspire her with new courage 
and hope.” — Detroit Free Press. 


* Recommended by the State Board of Wisconsin for the public school libraries. 




D. LOTHROP COMPANY’S 


TALBOT (Rev. Charles 

ROYAL LOWRIE. i2mo, i. 

“ This capitally written story of school 
and vacation life has become a standard 
in boys’ libraries. It is full of fun and 
yet not coarse fun. It tells the story of 
the troubles got into and blunders made 
by half a dozen people, young and 

ROYAL LOWRIE’S LAST 

i2mo, illustrated, 1.25. 

“ One of the best books about young 
people, and lor them, which we have read 
in a long time. The lads described are 
genuine boys, doing some very objection¬ 
able things, up to all manner of pranks, 
and bringing themselves to dire grief, 
yet holding the regard of the reader 
through everything, and coming out all 


R-), 

2 5 - 

old, the principal characters being two 
schoolfellows, Royal Lowrie and Archie 
Bishop. It is an essentially live book, 
and the boy who fails to read it loses just 
so much genuine enjoyment.” — B. B. 
Bulletin. 

YEAR AT ST. OLAVES. 


right. The girls, too, are real girls, such 
as one meets. The book is thoroughly 
healthy and high-toned. It makes very 
plain the meanness of deceit. It also 
shows the noble influence of a true¬ 
hearted, high-minded girl.”— The C011- 
gregationalist. 


PARLOR COMEDIES. Illustrated by F. Miller and H. 


Pruett Share. Square 8vo, boards, 

“ Sparkling and full of movement, and 
can be arranged easily for parlor and 
school presentation. They do not depend 
upon complicated stage arrangements or 
scenery for interest, but upon the breezy 


I.OO. 

dialogue and the frequent dramatic situa¬ 
tions. Aside from its admirable adapta¬ 
tion for use in parlor theatricals, the 
book will be full of interest to the general 
reader.” — Lowell Courier. 


HONOR BRIGHT. i2mo, cloth, illustrated, 1.25. 

The hero, in his fifteenth year, got into a towering rage with his guardian and liter¬ 
ally “ ran away to sea.” He was six months on board ship, two years in Colorado 
and New Mexico, and got a good many hard knocks. During lus absence the people 
and things he had run away from had not stood still, so that he found lus relations to 
them entirely changed on his return. What he did in this new state of affairs forms 
the bulk of the story, which is not meant to be sensational and is not so. Young 
people will find in it much that will help and nothing that will hurt them. It is aston¬ 
ishing what a variety there is in boys with the seeds of manliness in them, and how 
many ways there are to success in this world. 


A DOUBLE MASQUERADE. A Romance of the Revolu¬ 


tion. i2mo, 1.25. 

‘‘Its ctozen chapters cover the time 
from June, 1775, to March of the follow¬ 
ing year, when the British evacuated 
Boston, and the confusion caused by the 
confounding of a pair of cousins bearing 
the same names, and of whom one is in 
the American and one in the English 
army, is skillfully managed.” — Boston 
Advertier. 

“ The young reader will get a clearer 
idea from its pages of the struggle be¬ 


tween the colonies and Great Britain, 
and of the men on both sides who were, 
leaders in the Revolutionary movement, 
than from mere statistical and document¬ 
ary history. One of the features of the 
volume is a description of the Battle of 
Bunker Hill, which a critic has pro¬ 
nounced to be ‘ one of the most graphic 
and telling accounts ev~r written of that 
famous conflict .’”—South Boston In¬ 
quirer 


EXPLOITS OF MILTIADES PETERKIN PAUL; as 

Traveller, Adventurer, Knight, Astronomer, Politician. 8vo, illus¬ 
trated, boards, r.oo. 

A bundle of ridiculous yarns already classic. 








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